I'm in the dog house with the missus again. Thought I'd crack a joke over sunday lunch to try and cheer up my miserable cow of a mother-in-law, so I told the one about the Pope, the choirboy and the ass. The mother-in-law went all funny after that and wouldn't talk to me any more.
After she left, my missus had a right old go at me and called me some really choice names and then, towards the end of it, she says "but you know she's Roman Catholic, you prat!".
Well that's true.
Didn't realise that he was, though!